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I love my little butterfly,

Have you seen it flutter by?

It flew this way and that again

And then it landed on the pane.



Its wings are such a lovely hue,

Partly black and partly blue.

It sat there soaking up the heat

On tiny legs with tiny feet.



I'd like to house it in a pot

But Mother says that I must not.

To keep it here would be such fun

But Mother says it's just not done.



She says it should be free to fly

Up,up,away into the sky.

So if my butterfly you see,

Please, send it home back here to me.